Upon hearing the words of the repulsive fat man, everyone secretly snickered in their hearts. This repulsive fat man was indeed vile, actually urging Wang Yan to bet on the 36-fold wager.
It's important to know that the higher the stake multiplier, the greater the risk.
Although winning would yield 36 times the bet, the chance of winning is merely 1 in 36.
The repulsive fat man asking Wang Yan to bet 36 times was tantamount to making Wang Yan give his money directly to the casino.
At first, everyone thought Ouyang Feiting and Wang Yan were of one mind, but now it seems women truly bring misfortune. With just a few words, Wang Yan's recently won fifty million went down the drain.
At this moment, everyone looked at Wang Yan, eager to know his response.
Wang Yan just shrugged and said, "I also think betting on colors is a bit slow, and since there's a 36-fold bet, instantly winning 36 times would be nice too. How do we bet?"
Seeing Wang Yan actually agree, everyone was stunned, thinking Wang Yan truly didn't know his limits, considering himself the Gambling God after winning fifty million earlier.
Yet, the repulsive fat man was ecstatic, pointing at the roulette wheel, saying, "It's too simple. There are 36 numbers on this wheel. You just bet on any number. If the ball lands in the slot of that number, you win. It's actually simple, right? You could win 36 times in one go."
The repulsive fat man feared Wang Yan wouldn't dare to bet, so he strongly encouraged him.
Ouyang Feiting also said, "Winning 36 times at once would be exhilarating. Wang Yan, let's bet."
Seeing Ouyang Feiting also persuade Wang Yan, everyone shook their heads. The repulsive fat man, however, happily glanced at Ouyang Feiting, thinking she was totally on his side now.
Wang Yan nodded and turned to ask, "Alright, Xue'er, which number should we bet on?"
Beiming Xue had been standing silently behind Wang Yan, holding Yan in her arms. Upon hearing Wang Yan call her, she softly said, "My lucky number is 6, Wang Yan, let's bet on 6."
The two beauties behind Wang Yan—one fiery and one gentle—had long incited jealousy in everyone. Now, everyone hoped Wang Yan would lose all fifty million, becoming a pauper would be best.
Amidst everyone's envious glances, Wang Yan pressed on the number 6 in front of him.
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If he wins, it multiplies 36 times; if he loses, there's nothing left.
But everyone knew it was impossible to win.
Even the crowd hoping Wang Yan would lose still couldn't help but admire his courage.
Being able to bet fifty million without batting an eye showed this young man was no ordinary person.
The roulette spun again, and this time, everyone fixated on the wheel, aside from watching the spinning ball, everyone was searching for the box marked with 6.
Only the repulsive fat man stood up, shouting loudly, "Red, Red—"
In the repulsive fat man's eyes, Wang Yan's fifty million, as long as it's bet, would surely be lost, giving him a chance to win fifty million back.
When the time comes, his worth would skyrocket by fifty million, and then he'd humiliate the worthless Wang Yan, finally winning over two large beauties.
The more the repulsive fat man thought, the more excited he became. He highly appreciated his decision to transfer fifty million earlier. Without these fifty million, how could he win so handily, defeat Wang Yan so thoroughly.
Amidst the repulsive fat man's shouting, the ball gradually slowed down, showing a tendency to fall into a slot.
Present were casino veterans, and with a look at the ball's position, they saw it was exactly half a lap away from slot 6.
At the current speed, the ball simply couldn't complete half a lap to fall into slot 6, so it was already certain that Wang Yan lost.
However, the crowd already anticipated Wang Yan's loss, now they were just waiting for the ball to drop and see Wang Yan's painful expression.
But Wang Yan showed no sign of tension, his expression still calm as if the fifty million loss or win had nothing to do with him.
At this moment, no one noticed that standing weakly behind Wang Yan, Beiming Xue suddenly exuded a trace of cold aura—not visible to the naked eye—which instantly passed through the gambling table, attached to the ball, forming an icy layer.
Originally, the ball was bright silver, now coated with ice, it merely appeared brighter, without drawing any attention.
But with the icy layer, the ball became smoother; the speed, which was slowing down, suddenly slid forward again.
Furthermore, it drew closer to the number 6 slot, entirely possible to fall into it.
Seeing this, everyone immediately froze in amazement; their hearts raced excitedly. Despite wanting Wang Yan to lose, if he won, it meant a massive 1.8 billion bet.
To witness a 1.8 billion bet was a miracle in life.
Thus, everyone around held their breath, as if the 1.8 billion bet was theirs, even the repulsive fat man was dazed, forgetting his bet on the red slot, his eyes glued to the ball and number 6 slot.
At this moment, everyone at the gambling table quietly cheered: "6—6—"
Initially, this voice came softly from their mouths, but it gradually grew louder, nearly turning into a collective shout.
Even the repulsive fat man was affected, switching from shouting "Red, Red—" to "6—6—"
And the repulsive fat man didn't realize that the color of slot number 6 was black.
Amongst the people's shouts, the ball slid over half a lap, its speed visibly slowing, evidently about to fall into number 6.
The crowd urgently shouted.
Meanwhile, the dealer standing beside the roulette wheel looked pale—if the ball really landed in slot 6, he'd have to pay 1.8 billion.
If so, he might be killed by his boss.
Thinking of this, the dealer gently lifted his foot. Beneath it was a very discreet button; as soon as he pressed it, the ball would be injected with some momentum, then land in another slot.
At this moment, the crowd's shouting reached its peak, the ball was about to fall into slot 6.
At that moment, the dealer subtly pressed the button with his foot.